Help me
My world is crumbling
Piece by piece
It is falling into yesterday
All my tomorrows
Crumbling
Catch me
I’m falling apart
Do something
Before the pieces are gone
And I’ll never be able
To be together again
Catch me
just one of those days where you would need a butterfly net to catch all the fragments i seem to be dissolving into...nothing serious just the sort of day i'm having. thanks for worrying ladies but it is nothing
This was no mere illusion. Colin Chase Rand, pulled through a magical portal, landed in 1935 where the dust bowl and the Great Depression was destroying lives, and a serial killer was in their midst
Ireland 1945. Florence Kite finds a letter and her whole world crumbles. Marcus Fanning was her real father. But twenty-five years ago, Marcus Fanning vanished off the face of the earth.
Aha back on your feet!!
Lol!!
I can relate to this!!
No wonder I have so many scare on my bloody knees!!
Love Tinka
Hope all is well!
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(